He reached the bedside and gently took Larisa’s fragile hand, his voice barely a whisper.
“Larisa, I’ve never told you this… but I’ve been scared. Scared of losing you, scared of what comes next.”
His eyes flicked around the room, wary of the doctors and visitors, but what he didn’t know was that beneath the bed, a pair of wide eyes watched every word.
The hidden figure—a woman he never expected—heard everything. She clenched her fists, her heart pounding, as Kyrylo continued.
“If you don’t make it… I promise I’ll take care of everything. But I’m also… relieved. Relieved that the burden will finally be over.”
A soft, trembling breath escaped Larisa. And from her hidden spot, the listener’s face twisted with shock and betrayal.
Because this wasn’t just a goodbye. It was a confession that would shatter everything—if the secret ever came to light.
